Charlotte coughs violently and after a while, she finally felt better.
She looked up suspiciously at Otis, who was towering over her.
His face was overflowing with a wild light, like it was going to burn, but not from anger.
She had never seen him look like this before, and she could see the excitement and anticipation on his expression.
Otis crouched down and slowly leaned over.
A powerful and cold aura pressed over and Charlotte did not dare to breathe.
"Just wait, and I will show you how I marry the real Ms. Heath."
"And you, the impostor, guess what I'll do to you?"
Charlotte's almond eyes widened to their fullest, "What do you mean? What's the real Ms. Heath? Joyce is dead, and where can you find the real Ms. Heath?"
"Back then you personally took over Ricky's case. Didn't you know that after Joyce killed Ricky, she fell off a cliff into the sea and died."
"Could it be that ..."
She sounded suddenly unsure.
Otis looked so confident and his eyes were glowing! It was as if he had actually met Joyce.
Did ... Joyce survived that day after she fell?
Was it possible?
"She's not dead?" Charlotte looked at Otis in horror, her pale lips parted and trembling.
"Huh."
Otis did not answer her and gave only a sneer.
Why should he tell her?
That bitch didn’t deserve to know.
Charlotte just felt a chill down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
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